This is a cute little poem about a mother who is trying to get her pre-teen to clean up her room. For anyone who is a parent, the rhyming format of dialogue will be sure to crack you up.
The birds in the treetops
A bee’s in the rose
I stand here staring
While you pick your nose.
The sun is shining
The flowers are a bloom
But all around me
Is the mess of your room.
I tell you to clean up
You bitch and moan
You flop on your bed
As you grumble and groan.
I tell you to rise
To get out of that bed
You start into your pouting
You toss around your head.
I stand here and shout
That you need to have class
You insist that you do
As you’re scratching your ass.
I laugh and nod
Walk out of the door
Close it behind me
As you now sit on the floor.
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